When we went to the breeder’s to pick out our golden retriever, instead of us choosing, Knox chose his dad. It was instantaneous and the breeder marked his ear with a dot using a red marker. On the ride home, we bantered back and forth about names. Knox was the name we chose, and I told my husband it would be so nice if we could incorporate a middle name to represent his (my husband’s) native american heritage. Then it hit us – Reddot for the red dot the breeder put on his ear. We laughed and cried as we decided our golden would be named Knox Reddot. Over the years he was called many things – Big man, Lion King, wiggle butt, pumpkin pie, but that little guy knew his name was Knox. He was beautiful inside and out and brought us 10 years worth of pure happiness. Everyone loved him. The vet’s office loved his dr seuss feet. We have so many great memories that we wouldn’t trade for anything.